Author: Andrea Price

Two Feet, Eight legs, Ímir, and Me

Published by Andrea Price

When I was a child in the 1970s, one of my favorite books was Indian Two Feet and His Horse. Looking back, even though the title and some of its portrayals feel dated, yet the story of a boy searching for his horse always stayed with me. Recently, I re-imagined it with my own horse, Ímir—who, in his own way, found me. Sadly he’s injured now and out of action for a long while, but our bond makes that old tale feel more real than ever.” What I’m about to share with you is a series of illustrations I made based on that true story, making that childhood tale feel more real than ever. Ímir is special. I saw it when I saw him for the very first time. I fell in love immediately, and even though I knew he had a history of injury, I knew I had found my horse. He had a serious leg injury, so he needed care and rest. Instead of riding, I took care of his injury. I had …

Can you feel the summer vibe?

Published by Andrea Price

Why drawing swimmers is almost better than the real thing (swimming) I am that kind of person who doesn’t find much comfort in the water. I easily get cold feet. And I sense all kind of dangers lurking under the water surface — algae touching my belly, fish nibbling my skin. First things first: I haven’t been swimming this entire summer. Not even once! That’s even more surprising since I used to be a triathlete for decades, spending endless hours in the pool, trying to improve my crawl stroke. I silently hated it. Even more astonishing it is that nonetheless I managed to jump into lakes, rives and even the open sea, often freezing cold, as the prelude to what was my real passion — the 180 km bike ride, followed by the marathon run. I belong to the land. Still, this summer I longed for water. A lot. Or maybe it’s the shades of blue I was longing for — the turquoise, cobalt and dark navy? I created a small series of swimmers just …

The line, the shape and everything in between

Published by Andrea Price

I am a sketchbook artist. As long as I can remember every drawing started with a line. Just recently I found this drawing I made when I was five years old. It seems horses have fascinated me then as they do now! I love how simple it is: A belly, a neck, four legs, a mane and a tail — it’s a horse! I guess the person on top is me 😉 Fast forward a few decades and I’m still drawing horses. This one is from one of my recent sketchbooks. The lines still dominate, and I guess they appear a bit more confident. Even though anatomically this is probably much closer to a real horse, I remember how I deliberately avoided sticking too close to the anatomy. Instead, I exaggerated certain things that to me make the character of a horse — the big belly, the enormous butt cheeks, and in contrast the somehow skinny legs. I don’t know why, but all of a sudden this summer I felt I was a bit “stuck” …